"We're gonna help you. We're getting you help, you just focus on breathing. Stay awake okay? Stay with us." He looks over at Ben, not even registering the blood all over him, nothing else seems to be as awful as what had happened to Kieran. And he's definitely not going to turn around and see what had become of the assailants.

He'll probably throw up later, but right now he needed to be strong. Be Strong. And get Kieran the help they're promising him.

"Yeah he needs.." Pratt gulps loudly, because what he needs is so much more than what Pratt is prepared to do. He's not a medic or a healer or... Wait. A healer. "I know a healer. I know someone who can help, we can get him stabilized and then get him to the med-bay."

Right. Stop the bleeding. Then transport him. That'd been what the EMTs did in the field before loading them onto the helicopter. He needed to be stable enough to move or they'd just make it worse.

Pulling his hands back from Kieran's shoulder he digs his phone out of his pocket, bloodied fingers smearing up the screen as he messages Carlisle:

Carlisle i need help. up in the agriculture level. kierans been hurt bad. i dont know anything about healing.what do we do? we need help.